Children Asleep



how many times

have I tried to

describe the

feeling of


arising in me

in a poem


as I walked the

garden at night

at dusk or through

cloudy days when

your little heads

are reclined all

closed down as


children asleep


the daisies would

not hear me

nearing them

a motherless

woman being

the greatest

mother of all


The Great Unknown



the great unknown

isn’t death I fear

to do harm to my body

this I fear indeed

to make poor choices

given what others say

not to discern my best


yet surrender

like a fish’s body in

stormy waters.


⁃ for what I know


that may be safe

to let the invisible pull me

while trusting fate





approaching the day
with dancing

to linger in god’s

that stays with me
at night
and in my slumber





This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02

Black Rim



I walk around my

small land where trees

abound and I have

a restlessness this year

I never had as if

my garden and I have lost



but I attend the land a lot


I sit waiting as at

the bed of a sick child to

whom nobody hands

water exhausted

I tighten my hands one

with the other in

silent pain I look down


to the aging skin

to the black rim under

my nails its dirt

sticking to me my garden’s

way to hold onto me





Sundays Posts are for Italian Poetry once a month.


quattro alberi

per modo di dire

quattro passi

per descrivere la fuga

quattro parole

scritte come mappa

io piegata in quattro

per non perdere

i miei sentimenti


February 1st 2022



as I contemplate

morning light peaking

through cold mornings


it’s the sound of the wind

running low on the streets

that gets my attention


getting distracted

following fast



dried leaves

rustling through



as dawn catches

up with me

behind my back


Questo lieve calore


Sunday Posts are dedicated to Italian Poetry.

Tuesday Posts will be in English as usual.


eh già ormai

qui vengo solo

il fine settimana

ed è gioia oggi


mentre l’occhio scorge il sole

sorgere riflesso nella casa

a me di fronte risvegliarmi

in una serie di tepori

calda la luce tra la patina di gelo

copre tutti i tetti fino all’erba

si riscalda l’anima tra gemiti di gioia

sale questo lieve calore


mentre sgrano testi nel tempo che

oggi mi concedo per leggere

le parole delle poesie che

mi guardano al cuore